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I pulled a large tee over my head and sighed when it was finally settled on my body, letting out a low sound of victory. That had taken a lot of time to do. My body was sore and moving a single muscle hurt. I made my way downstairs, my bare feet silent on the cold floors. I went down the stairs and to the kitchen to see Vittore on his phone and he looked freshly showered.
How long did I take?
I sat down across from him and he placed his phone down.
"How are you feeling?" he asked simply but my heart fluttered and the hint of care I heard in his tone.
"Like a punching bag," I answered and a plate with a sandwich was slid in front of me. I looked up at Vittore who had settled down with his own plate.
"Finish that and I'll give you something to help with the pain," Viitore said and I nodded, not really knowing how to answer anymore.
He choked me. Well, I had choked him too...